The Heart System Chapter 588

I started moving my finger in and out of her rear end, while my tongue went back to caress the area around it, licking at her stretched opening, sucking on the sensitive skin, and occasionally probing deeper with my tongue alongside my finger.

By the time I introduced my second finger, Delilah was already issuing uncontrollable moans, her knees trembling as she maintained her backside wide open for me.

When her hole became sufficiently relaxed, glistening with saliva and greedily embracing my fingers, I finally withdrew. I rose to my feet, inhaling deeply, my face still wet with saliva. Grasping my rigidly erect manhood, I brought the heavy, pulsating shaft down against her spread backside several times.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Thick, wet smacks resounded as my cock left glistening traces across her luscious cheeks.

I reached out and grasped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips to steady her. I took my manhood, which was pulsing with a heavy beat, and guided the head against that tight, puckered entrance. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a feverish intensity that narrowed my vision.

I applied a firm, steady pressure, but encountered resistance. Delilah’s breath hitched, a sharp, ragged gasp escaping her as her fingers dug into the edge of a wardrobe.

"Wait... Evan, hold on," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread of sound. "It's so... you're so large. It's been such a long time."

"Just breathe, Delilah," I said, leaning down so my chest was pressed against her back. I buried my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of her damp skin. "Relax for me. You're already open, you just need to allow it."

I tried once more. I felt the ring of her muscle stretching, resisting the penetration with a stubborn, tight friction. I pulled back slightly, then drove forward again. It was a slow, excruciating inch-by-inch struggle, the head of my cock elongating her rim until it turned white with strain.

On the third attempt, the resistance finally gave way. With a low, wet sound, a deep, muffled pop, I slid fully inside. The sensation was astounding; the ring of her muscle was a tight, punishing vice that squeezed the very air from my lungs. I thrust myself in to the hilt, the impact of our hips meeting echoing through the silent room.

Delilah released a long, shattered moan that began deep in her throat and ended in a high-pitched cry. Her head dropped forward against the wall, her spine arching so profoundly I thought she might snap.

"Oh god... Evan... you're... you're completely inside," she choked out, her voice trembling from the shock of the fullness.

"I told you I would fit," I rasped, moving my hands from her waist to her heavy breasts, squeezing them with a possessive grip. I remained still for a moment, allowing the internal undulations of her shock to wash over me. She was pulsing around me, her body striving to accommodate the depth of my penetration. "You feel incredible, Delilah. So tight. It’s as if you were destined to be stretched in this manner."

I began to move, a slow, deliberately agonizing withdrawal that made her whimper, followed by a deep, powerful thrust that met her fully. Each time I pushed forward, I felt her entire frame tremble, her inner walls gripping me with a desperate, frantic intensity.

"Is it too much?" I whispered, my lips grazing her earlobe. "Do you want me to cease?"

"No! Don't you... don't you dare stop," she cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. "It's... it's overwhelming but I require it. I need you to fill me completely."

I increased the rhythm, the pace shifting from a cautious crawl to a potent force. The sound of our bodies colliding was a wet slapping that inundated the bedroom, a primal, raw noise that drowned out the sounds of the city outside.

I delivered a sharp, stinging slap to the reddened skin of her thigh. The sound was like a firearm, and the shock of it sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through her.

"You're handling this like a true champion, Delilah," I muttered, my voice descending into a dark, possessive tone. "Spreading yourself for me right beside those family photographs. You are quite the glutton, aren't you?"

"Yes... yes, Evan... I am," she sobbed, her fingers digging into the wood of the wardrobe.

I altered the angle, elevating one of her legs onto the side of the bed so I could thrust even deeper. The new position was demanding, placing the entirety of the exertion onto my core and her endurance, but neither of us faltered. My vision was blurring, the friction from her intense heat building into a white-hot ache in my core. Each time I withdrew, the suction was so profound it felt as though she were attempting to drain my very soul.

I moved my hand from her hip down to her vulva, which was slick and visibly swollen. I located her clitoris, rubbing it in a rapid, buzzing circle as I continued to drive into her backside. This dual assault was more than she could endure. Her moans transformed into short, sharp yelps of pleasure, her body vibrating against mine.

"That's it," I urged, my speed morphing into a blur. "Work for me, Delilah. Show me just how much you enjoy your holes being used."

I observed her reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes rolled backward, and her mouth gaped open in a soundless scream. She appeared utterly undone, a stunning, ruined tableau of a woman.

I reached down, guiding her own hand towards her pussy. "Do it. Play with yourself while I fuck your ass. I want to witness you finish."

Delilah required no further instruction. Her fingers found her core, moving with a frantic, desperate pace that mirrored my own rhythm. The sight of her own fingers disappearing into her slick, wet pussy while I was buried deep within her back door nearly sent me over the edge, but I resisted, clenching my teeth against the mounting pressure.

"Oh God... Evan! I'm... I'm about to!" she cried out, her body beginning to stiffen.

"Take it!" I bellowed, delivering a series of potent, deep thrusts.

"EVAN, EVAN, EVAN...!"